Disclaimer: they all say the same thing don't they? Does anybody read this?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just wanted to give a VERY special thanks to my muse for this projest DRAGONBRAT. Read "Harry's Hero" which was the story that inspired me to write this. This is just kinda a cheap rip off of her story please R&R and read "Harry's Hero" which is five times better than this one
IMPORTANT NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS OotP SPOILERS. I'M RUINING THE END OF THE BOOK FOR YOU SO IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT LEAVE NOW!
CHAPTER ONE: Unlikely Hero
Harry went back to Hogwarts with a heavy heart. For some reason he just did not want to be there this year. There was a forboding in his stomach. Dumbledore made his usual speeches, announced (yet again) the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. His name was Mr. Poness, and all ready the girls were giggling about how impeccably handsome he was. Harry did not care, his thoughts remained with his godfather and his Potions Master. He'd felt a horrible twinge of sympathy towards him since seeing those horrid memories in his penseive. He no longer felt a burning contempt for him. On the other hand, he would have hated his father just the same in his shoes.
"Are you all right mate?" He heard Ron ask. Of course it took a of seconds to decipher his question since at first it sounded like "Err oo aight kate?"
"Er, yeah, fine why?" Harry asked.
"Because you're not eating." He announced gulping down a drumstick and reaching for another. Harry piled food on his plate but barely got half way through it. He stared at it hard though, trying to keep his eyes from darting at Snape.
After the feast was spent and the children were groaning in satisfaction Dumbledore excused them to their dorms. Ron was whispering sweet nothings in Hermione's ear (Harry had screamed at them until they FINALLY admitted they fancied eachother), so he went ahead to try and ignore them. The last thing he wanted to see was them trying to kiss but being too afraid or shy too. He had set up a nice set of nasty thoughts when suddenly a hand grabbed the collar of his cloaks and yanked him to a side.
"What the hell?! Are you mad?!" Harry demanded before he saw the face of his captor. Speak of the devil. "Professor..I uh..."
"Mr. Potter I care not to listen to your inane babbling, as much as I would love to leave you to your own musings I feel I must inform you-"
"Inform me-"
"Don't inturupt me Potter-"
"Well you're kinda long winded sir." Snape's lip curled. He hadn't meant to say that.
"You're new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. He cannot be...completely trusted. He's Ministry appointed, Dumbledore could do nothing to stop it. I would caution you to keep your friends at your side at all times. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir but-"
"That is all. Good night Mr. Potter." He snarled and spun on his heel. Leaving Harry will an ever greater feeling of shit.
Come Thrusday Harry thought Snape had been over exaggerating. He told Ron and Hermione, Ron brought to Harry's attention that Snape's been after that position for years. He was just jealous. Mr. Poness did seem nice enough and even let them practice actual magic.
"Harry would you mind staying after class?" He asked after the bell had rung.
"Um...sure..Professor." He stammered. The class room emptied, and Mr. Poness came very close. He leaned on Harry's shoulder and sighed:
"Harry, I understand that you have quite a talent for defensive magic."
"Well-"
"There's a horrible boggart in my chambers and I was hoping-"
"There are plenty of teachers maybe Professor Snape-" Why had he chosen him first?
"No no. This is quite embarassing as it is. I know you would keep this between us." He grinned. "I'll consider it to extra credit, I hear you want to be an Auror?" He whispered coming closer.
"Of-of course Professor." Harry whispered back. He did want to be an Auror. And you had to get top grades, he had to do even better on his N.E.W.T.S than on his O.W.L.S.
"Tha's a boy! Meet me after dinner then?"
"Yes sir."
Harry told no one, and avoided eyes with Snape that evening at dinner. His warning clear in his mind. It was the first week of school. Whatever that teacher was up to he wouldn't be stupid enough to do it now. Harry knocked on the door, his hands shaking violently.
"OH COME OFF IT POTTER! YOU'RE NOT FACING VOLDEMORT!" His mind screamed.
"Come in." A voice called. Harry opened the door slowly, stepping in as if the floor was going to collapse."Over here, come come I wont bite." Poness said, grinning wildely. He shut the door behind him, Harry thought he heard a distant click of the lock but Poness was talking adamantly.
"Where-where is the boggart sir?"
"Boggart?"
"The one you said you had in your quarters sir. The one I came to help with?"
"Oh yes.." He chuckled. "The boggart, come here I'll show you where it is." Harry stepped closer to him, it was like walking to his impending doom. He didn't know in reality he was. Poness unzipped his pants, Harry stared at him bewildered. "What are you just staring at it for?!" Poness yelled. Harry took a step back.
"I-I don't-Professor I-"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry's wand flew to the farthest part of the room, as he watched where it went a terrible blow landed on the side of his head. He fell to the floor. Poness grabbed the boy's collar and delivered another and another. Pulling him up and shoving him against his desk, Harry yelped as his side hit the cornor of the desk.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT! STOP!" Harry yelled, flailing madly. Poness ripped off the boy's robes and pulled violently on his pants, pulling them down just enough to get in.
"YOU WILL LEARN! TO BE! OBEDIENT! BOY!" He grunted as he shoved his head onto the desk, almost sending him into oblivion. Fudge's words fresh in his demented mind. "make him see things our way...whatever it takes." He opened his robes and paved a way through the battered boy. Carving a road where before there was none. Everytime Harry screamed Poness would break another of his ribs.
Snape was afraid Harry wouldn't heed his warning. Damn boy. Always had to be so reckless. "Maybe if you weren't so evil to him he would believe you more." His mind sighed. "Shut up." He snarled aloud and made his way down the corridoors. Potter had left dinner a little early, and so had Poness. He tried to seem nonchalant, heading for the D.A.D.A wing. He knocked on the closed class room door. It was silent as a grave. There were no sounds of foul play, no one was expected to come calling to the new Professor. But the silence is just what fed his suspicion. As soon as he opened the door the insane sounds of a boy's screaming and a man's grunting filled the air. Snape stood dumbfounded for a moment.
"NO STOP PLEASE!!! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING...I haven't..." The boy added pathetically. Obviously beside himself. Snape marched up the stone steps.
"ALOHAMORA!" He shouted at the door and kicked it in. Poness let Harry fall to the ground where he crumpled on the floor like burned paper. "WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON!" He roared.
"SNAPE?! It's-uh-not what you think I-" But before the man could utter another word Snape pulled back his fist, and landed it in his perfectly sculpted nose. He stood suprised for a moment, he'd never Muggle dueled before, but obviously he was out cold. He turned to the boy he could no longer recognize. Both eyes swollen shut, hiding their lumonious green. His skin, which was once fair and soft, covered entired in yellow, purple, green, blue, and black. He kneeled next to him. He would have sworn him dead if not for the crying.
"Potter." He whispered reached to touch him, he scrambled away like a wounded dog. "Potter he wont hurt you." he assured following him. the boy was hyperventialting and crying at the same time. He would loose conciousness soon.
"What did I do? What did I do?" He kept asking. Barely audiable at first. Snape kneeled down and scooped him in his arms. He fell asleep, and Snape made haste to take him to the dungeons. He would clean him up as best he could before calling for Poppy. He didn't want the others to see him, how would he explain? He couldn't bring himself to even think of it at the moment. He had a task to tend to at first.
Okay first Chappie plz randr thanx
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just wanted to give a VERY special thanks to my muse for this projest DRAGONBRAT. Read "Harry's Hero" which was the story that inspired me to write this. This is just kinda a cheap rip off of her story please R&R and read "Harry's Hero" which is five times better than this one
IMPORTANT NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS OotP SPOILERS. I'M RUINING THE END OF THE BOOK FOR YOU SO IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT LEAVE NOW!
CHAPTER ONE: Unlikely Hero
Harry went back to Hogwarts with a heavy heart. For some reason he just did not want to be there this year. There was a forboding in his stomach. Dumbledore made his usual speeches, announced (yet again) the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. His name was Mr. Poness, and all ready the girls were giggling about how impeccably handsome he was. Harry did not care, his thoughts remained with his godfather and his Potions Master. He'd felt a horrible twinge of sympathy towards him since seeing those horrid memories in his penseive. He no longer felt a burning contempt for him. On the other hand, he would have hated his father just the same in his shoes.
"Are you all right mate?" He heard Ron ask. Of course it took a of seconds to decipher his question since at first it sounded like "Err oo aight kate?"
"Er, yeah, fine why?" Harry asked.
"Because you're not eating." He announced gulping down a drumstick and reaching for another. Harry piled food on his plate but barely got half way through it. He stared at it hard though, trying to keep his eyes from darting at Snape.
After the feast was spent and the children were groaning in satisfaction Dumbledore excused them to their dorms. Ron was whispering sweet nothings in Hermione's ear (Harry had screamed at them until they FINALLY admitted they fancied eachother), so he went ahead to try and ignore them. The last thing he wanted to see was them trying to kiss but being too afraid or shy too. He had set up a nice set of nasty thoughts when suddenly a hand grabbed the collar of his cloaks and yanked him to a side.
"What the hell?! Are you mad?!" Harry demanded before he saw the face of his captor. Speak of the devil. "Professor..I uh..."
"Mr. Potter I care not to listen to your inane babbling, as much as I would love to leave you to your own musings I feel I must inform you-"
"Inform me-"
"Don't inturupt me Potter-"
"Well you're kinda long winded sir." Snape's lip curled. He hadn't meant to say that.
"You're new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. He cannot be...completely trusted. He's Ministry appointed, Dumbledore could do nothing to stop it. I would caution you to keep your friends at your side at all times. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir but-"
"That is all. Good night Mr. Potter." He snarled and spun on his heel. Leaving Harry will an ever greater feeling of shit.
Come Thrusday Harry thought Snape had been over exaggerating. He told Ron and Hermione, Ron brought to Harry's attention that Snape's been after that position for years. He was just jealous. Mr. Poness did seem nice enough and even let them practice actual magic.
"Harry would you mind staying after class?" He asked after the bell had rung.
"Um...sure..Professor." He stammered. The class room emptied, and Mr. Poness came very close. He leaned on Harry's shoulder and sighed:
"Harry, I understand that you have quite a talent for defensive magic."
"Well-"
"There's a horrible boggart in my chambers and I was hoping-"
"There are plenty of teachers maybe Professor Snape-" Why had he chosen him first?
"No no. This is quite embarassing as it is. I know you would keep this between us." He grinned. "I'll consider it to extra credit, I hear you want to be an Auror?" He whispered coming closer.
"Of-of course Professor." Harry whispered back. He did want to be an Auror. And you had to get top grades, he had to do even better on his N.E.W.T.S than on his O.W.L.S.
"Tha's a boy! Meet me after dinner then?"
"Yes sir."
Harry told no one, and avoided eyes with Snape that evening at dinner. His warning clear in his mind. It was the first week of school. Whatever that teacher was up to he wouldn't be stupid enough to do it now. Harry knocked on the door, his hands shaking violently.
"OH COME OFF IT POTTER! YOU'RE NOT FACING VOLDEMORT!" His mind screamed.
"Come in." A voice called. Harry opened the door slowly, stepping in as if the floor was going to collapse."Over here, come come I wont bite." Poness said, grinning wildely. He shut the door behind him, Harry thought he heard a distant click of the lock but Poness was talking adamantly.
"Where-where is the boggart sir?"
"Boggart?"
"The one you said you had in your quarters sir. The one I came to help with?"
"Oh yes.." He chuckled. "The boggart, come here I'll show you where it is." Harry stepped closer to him, it was like walking to his impending doom. He didn't know in reality he was. Poness unzipped his pants, Harry stared at him bewildered. "What are you just staring at it for?!" Poness yelled. Harry took a step back.
"I-I don't-Professor I-"
"Expelliarmus!" Harry's wand flew to the farthest part of the room, as he watched where it went a terrible blow landed on the side of his head. He fell to the floor. Poness grabbed the boy's collar and delivered another and another. Pulling him up and shoving him against his desk, Harry yelped as his side hit the cornor of the desk.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT! STOP!" Harry yelled, flailing madly. Poness ripped off the boy's robes and pulled violently on his pants, pulling them down just enough to get in.
"YOU WILL LEARN! TO BE! OBEDIENT! BOY!" He grunted as he shoved his head onto the desk, almost sending him into oblivion. Fudge's words fresh in his demented mind. "make him see things our way...whatever it takes." He opened his robes and paved a way through the battered boy. Carving a road where before there was none. Everytime Harry screamed Poness would break another of his ribs.
Snape was afraid Harry wouldn't heed his warning. Damn boy. Always had to be so reckless. "Maybe if you weren't so evil to him he would believe you more." His mind sighed. "Shut up." He snarled aloud and made his way down the corridoors. Potter had left dinner a little early, and so had Poness. He tried to seem nonchalant, heading for the D.A.D.A wing. He knocked on the closed class room door. It was silent as a grave. There were no sounds of foul play, no one was expected to come calling to the new Professor. But the silence is just what fed his suspicion. As soon as he opened the door the insane sounds of a boy's screaming and a man's grunting filled the air. Snape stood dumbfounded for a moment.
"NO STOP PLEASE!!! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING...I haven't..." The boy added pathetically. Obviously beside himself. Snape marched up the stone steps.
"ALOHAMORA!" He shouted at the door and kicked it in. Poness let Harry fall to the ground where he crumpled on the floor like burned paper. "WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON!" He roared.
"SNAPE?! It's-uh-not what you think I-" But before the man could utter another word Snape pulled back his fist, and landed it in his perfectly sculpted nose. He stood suprised for a moment, he'd never Muggle dueled before, but obviously he was out cold. He turned to the boy he could no longer recognize. Both eyes swollen shut, hiding their lumonious green. His skin, which was once fair and soft, covered entired in yellow, purple, green, blue, and black. He kneeled next to him. He would have sworn him dead if not for the crying.
"Potter." He whispered reached to touch him, he scrambled away like a wounded dog. "Potter he wont hurt you." he assured following him. the boy was hyperventialting and crying at the same time. He would loose conciousness soon.
"What did I do? What did I do?" He kept asking. Barely audiable at first. Snape kneeled down and scooped him in his arms. He fell asleep, and Snape made haste to take him to the dungeons. He would clean him up as best he could before calling for Poppy. He didn't want the others to see him, how would he explain? He couldn't bring himself to even think of it at the moment. He had a task to tend to at first.
Okay first Chappie plz randr thanx